Three weeks later.

"Baby move." Kentrell mumbled, halfway asleep, laying with his hand in his boxers.

"Kentrell I want sandwiches." She chuckled, holding his face in her hand, kissing his lips a few times, and he didn't respond, his breathing slow.

She stuck her tongue out after pulling his bottom lip down, licking across his teeth, and he cracked a smile, making her laugh.

"Get the fuck out my face mane." He chuckled, turning his head away from her.

"No. It isn't nap time." She pulled her covers up over her shoulders as she climbed on top of him, and he removed his hand from his boxers, placing it on her ass.

"Don't start." He lowly groaned once she sucked his neck, and she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You ain't gave me no dick in two days. Give me some." She mumbled, and he laughed, making her do the same.

"Why, so you can cry like you always do?" He asked, and she dramatically gasped, making him laugh again.

"Kentrell that shit be feeling so good. I be surprising myself cause I be deadass crying." She shook her head at herself, and he chuckled.

"Cause youn be listening and that be pissing me off." He told her, holding her ass with both of his hands, kneading it.

"So." She chuckled, laying her face in his neck, becoming sleepy.

His hand glided over her slit from behind, on top of the nylon bikini panties that she was currently wearing.

He flipped them over so that they laid on their sides, chuckling once she laid her head on his arm, throwing her leg around his waist.

"Have you done anything lately Ken?" She mumbled, closing her eyes once he began to rub her ass again.

"Nah baby, I haven't." He truthfully responded, kissing her forehead, and she cracked a small smile.

She loved the way his character had been developing with her. He'd slowed all the way down on the drugs he took, he opened up to her more, and he was always vocal with his feelings. Not to mention that he hadn't killed anyone, which was what her question was referring to.

"Thank you. I'm proud of you Kentrell." Her eyes opened to meet his, and he leaned his head down, pecking her lips a few times.

"You welcome bootybutt." He smirked, and she busted out laughing, mushing his head.

"I told you don't call me that. Move, get out my face." She pushed him away from her, and he laughed, pinning her arms down, his wrapped around hers.

"You the one made it up. Should've kept yo mouth closed." He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

"I was talking about this big ole booty butt you got back here." She reached her hand over to grab his ass, and he smacked his lips, grabbing her wrist.

"You gay as fuck mane. Move Saniyah damn." He laughed, moving her hand off of him as she laughed.

"I didn't tell you to make that a nickname. Asshole." She chuckled, and he smiled, shrugging.

"Why you always got this on? Take it off." He mumbled, reaching around her to unclasp her bra, and she let him pull it off, shaking her head at him.

He pulled her closer so that her chest rested against his, then pulled the cover over them, pecking her lips.

"I love you so much. Everybody a' die behind you." He told her, and she smiled, letting him continue to kiss her lips.

"Including you." He said, and she chuckled, looking at him.

"I'm gone die behind me?" She asked, tilting her head in sarcastic confusion.

"Mhm. Find out you innis' bitch dicked out and I'ma kill you. Got a bullet wit' yo name on it." He told her, laying his forehead against hers and closing his eyes.

"What you mean by dicked out?" She laughed, attempting to mask the slight fear.

"Figure it out bootybutt." He chuckled, smiling once she smacked her lips.

"I'm not 'dicked out'. Asshole." She held his face, and he shrugged, keeping his eyes closed.

"Who pussy this is?" His hand slid between her legs, and a small smile spread across her face that had flushed a bright shade of red.

"Yours." She mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he smirked, making her laugh.

"Boy bye." She rolled her eyes, and he chuckled, opening his again.

"I guess I might as well stop tryna go to sleep huh?" He looked at her, and she laughed, nodding her head.

"I'm not sleepy right now. I'll let you nap if you want to though, come here." She pulled him down so that his face rested in her chest, and he held her waist, becoming even sleepier once she massaged his scalp.

She rubbed the top of his back with one of her hands, the other running soothingly through his hair, and he dozed off within seconds.

After a few minutes she could hear his light snores, his arms wrapped tight and secure around her waist, locking her in the position she was in.

She loved the way Kentrell slept. He wasn't a wild sleeper but he was very clingy, and laid on or very close to her most of the time that he slept. His snores were very quiet, and he often woke up a few times through his sleep to ask if she was okay. She loved him.

About half an hour passed, and Saniyah was just about to doze off, when her phone began buzzing from behind her.

She reached around herself, grabbing it, watching Von's contact flash across her screen. She looked down, seeing Kentrell snoring lightly with his mouth agape on her chest, deciding to answer the call.

"I miss you fat ma." Von's voice mumbled in a sad tone, and her eyebrows furrowed. He was never sad; well, he never showed it.

"I miss you too. Are you okay?" She asked, carefully sitting up and sliding from Kentrell's grip, placing her body pillow where she previously laid.

"Nah. I need you." His voice was low, and she figured that he was most likely high from the way his voice rasped.

"Baby I can't come right now, what's going on?" She closed her room door behind her, hearing him sigh under his breath.

"Nothin'. It's aight. Ima call you later." He told her, ending the call before she had the chance to respond, making her face palm herself.

Walking back in her room, she pulled on a pair of biker shorts and a muscle shirt, walking over to where Kentrell laid.

Tapping his shoulder a few times, he began to stir in his sleep, turning his body to face her, still half asleep.

"Baby I need to run to the store real quick. Do you want something?" She asked, leaving kisses on his face to distract him from the fact that she was leaving.

He hummed in a negative response, pecking her lips, not even hearing what she'd said, just like she knew he wouldn't.

She rubbed his face for a few minutes until he fell back into a deep sleep, before putting her crocs on and grabbing her keys, leaving her house.

She made it to Von's house in about twenty minutes, using her key to unlock his door. She realized how dark and quiet it was as closed the door, locking it back while taking her shoes off.

Saniyah walked down the hall to his room, seeing his figure under his covers, holding a pillow to his body.

He lifted his arm up, and she climbed in his bed, letting him pull her body underneath his, in replace of the pillow.

"What's the matter handsome?" She mumbled, wiping the tears that fell silently down his face.

"Ion know." He cleared his throat, attempting to raise up, and she held him down.

"You don't have to fake hard with me. It's okay to cry and I'm here to listen if you'd like to talk. But don't try to hide how you're feeling right now when it obviously something wrong." She told him, holding his face in her hands.

"Remember when you told me that the only bad day is today? Tomorrow you can start new and today's problem will be yesterday's problem. Remember?" She tilted her head, and Von sniffed, placing his face in her neck.

"Awe my baby. Who did this to you? I'a run down on folks nem bitch ass on god." She mocked his voice, and he laughed, making her smile.

"I love you so much, I wanna fuck you so bad right now." He mumbled, and she laughed, rubbing his back.

"I love you too. Now what happened?" She asked, pulling his face from her neck.

"Sometimes when I be alone for too long I just get to thinking too much. Ion like being in my thoughts that's why I be wit' you whenever I can." He wiped his face, clearing his throat.

"What were you thinking about?" She pulled his dreads out of his face, using the scrunchie on his dresser to tie it back in a ponytail.

"You killed my brother Noni." He mumbled, and her eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"I k-what?" She frowned, caught off guard.

"Trayvon. You killed him a year ago in Buckhead, at that bank robbery on 72nd." He met her eyes, and her frown deepened, trying to remember the event.

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02/22/21 • ATL

"I need four on me, the rest of you, follow Gates." Saniyah spoke to a ground of police officers, who nodded, following orders.

Fixing her vest that was around her body, she took the safety off of her gun, holding it up as she walked through the door frame-the glass previously busted through.

She could hear voices yelling from the front of the Bank of America building that they were in, and she gestured her hand back and forth, signaling the officers to head that way to deescalate the situation.

Holding machine guns, the three FBI agents silently trotted towards the main way, and Saniyah walked deeper through the building towards the vault.

Her footsteps were silent, carefully stepping over broken glass and puddles of blood, as well as dead bodies, making her shake her head.

They'd been alerted of a hostage situation almost five hours ago, and after many attempts of negotiation, they decided to take the next step after many gunshots were fired inside.

The robbers had killed five out of thirty two hostages, and the federal bureau couldn't afford any more deaths.

Saniyah held her gun out, peeking around a corner, seeing a man inside, throwing money into a large crate that was in the hole of the wall, quietly sucking her teeth.

Her eyes adverted to the metal pole in front of her, able to see a figure approaching her from the dim reflection, and she quickly turned around, and her gun was kicked out of her hand.

Ducking a punch, Saniyah elbowed the masked offender in the stomach, bringing her fist upwards to break his nose, but he didn't let the stop him, throwing his fists fast in her direction.

He fought as if they were street fighting, but Saniyah had technique and was able to catch more hits than he was.

He pulled his gun from his waist, and she quickly grabbed his wrist, pointing it up in time as the gun went off, sending a bullet through the ceiling.

She brought her elbow back hard in his face, cracking through his facial bones, making him groan out, losing the grip on his gun.

Pulling her cuffs from her waist band, she unintentionally removed her gaze from him, and he pulled another gun from his waist, shooting three times at her, making her fall over.

The bullets sat lodged in her vest, and she grabbed her gun from the ground, sending a bullet through his chest, dropping her gun once he dropped.

Spotting a figure in her peripheral, a gunshot flew past her head, a mere centimeter from shooting through her face, making her pick her gun up, turning and pulling the trigger twice.

"Rose!" Gates called out, running her way after hearing gunshots.

"Clear!" She yelled back, breathing hard, the breath still knocked out of her from the impact of the bullet in her vest.

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"Von I didn't m-I'm sorry. Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Her arms wrapped around his neck in a hug, both of them now sitting up.

"I know that you was just doing your job. Ion blame you-anymore." He mumbled, rubbing her back.

"The date. An exact year before you surrendered." She kind of whispered in realization, and he nodded his head.

"I surrendered to kill you. But I fell in love like a dumbass." He chuckled, running his hand down his face.

"Dayvon I'm sorry. I don't know what to say." She mumbled, pulling him from her neck to look at his face.

"Don't say nothin'. Just hold me, please. I need you." His voice rasped, and she wrapped her arms back around him, allowing him to lay her back on the bed.

"I love you so much. I'm sorry." She rubbed his back as he remained on top of her, his face in her neck.

"I love you more."

I miss my ex boo. Sigh 😒